A day in the life of

I have to apologize to the followers of my blog. I haven’t had a chance to write anything until now. I’ve had a very busy spring, summer and fall. I was busy getting to know my canine sister.

The game “catch me if you can” never gets old. We play it everyday. We run around and try to catch each other! I get more exercise now. Now that my canine sister-Rosie is getting bigger it’s even more fun. I start with tapping her on the cheek. I sometimes get my nails caught in her long curls and then we dance around the apartment for a while.

Once I pull my nails loose, I run away and she tries to catch me. But, with my small body, I can hide under the couch, or armour where only her nose fits.

I have to admit though, she does catch me sometimes and then with her great big paw she gives me a playful tap on my head or belly. I giggle and roll around. Then I nip at her heels and we start all over again.

We have also taught each other a thing or two. That would not have happened, had we not lived together. We would not have learnt form each other. Remember we are made from a different cloth altogether. Sloppy canine- elegant feline. But I have to admit, having a canine sister is not so bad after all. Actually it can be quite useful! And, very entertaining.

Rosie has taught me to beg! I watch her and I have to admit, she is good. She stares the humans down, cocks her head, gives a paw and opens her mouth in a silly grin. She is really cut and more times than not does she gets what she wants. She also puts her paw into her empty dish and throws it upside down to tell our human that she needs water of food. I did that one time and…… it worked like a charm. My female human came running and gave me a treat while she talked to me in a soft apologetic voice! Amazing!

I’ve taught her to be a bit more finicky with her food. If it is to dry, I’ve taught her to just sit in front of her bowl and look up to our human with sad eyes. And…our female human will go get some more of her favorite food and add it to her bowl. Totally awesome!

The days are full with fun and games! Even though I still take the time to take naps and watch the birds outside.

At the end of a busy day, we both find a place to rest and relax. Once in a while, Rosie comes and gives me a big, slobbery lick up the side of my head. Ah well, she is still an uncouth puppy, but she is my uncouth puppy and my BFF.

My new BFF

It has been a few months since my birthday party. Life is great! I get to sit on the window sill and watch the action outside. More birds are fluttering around, little babies with the mama birds. It is all very exciting. I enjoy the quiet life of lounging, eating, napping and bird-watching.

Just around the time of my birthday, my humans started talking to me about a new companion. “Oh,” I thought, getting quite excited. “Another feline around the apartment. How cool is that!”

But then, my female human started to talk to me about a “Canine Sister”. What were my humans thinking? A canine? Man, they are soooo uncouth! Mind you, I have only met a few of these canines but they all seemed sloppy.

And my humans started talking about a sister! A sister? Canines are made of a different cloth altogether! We are not of the same family!

We felines are dignified, sophisticated and aloof. But canines! They have a sloppy tongue that hangs out of their months a lot. They use it for all sorts of, well, …….dog-stuff. We felines are elegant and use our tongues to wash ourselves properly and at times we could be convinced to give a “kiss” to our humans.

Then the big day came.My new canine sister arrived at my apartment. With her tongue sloppily hanging out of her mouth (what did I tell you), she wandered into my precious domain- my apartment.

I followed her around to make sure she wasn’t going to do something dog-like- not in my apartment. She just wandered and wandered.

When she sat down, finally, I had the chance to look at her. She seemed harmless enough. And that was my undoing. We ended up greeting each other nose to nose. We started playing a game of catch me if you can.

I have to tell you, having a sister-a canine isn’t so bad. We’ve been very busy playing catch me if you can, roll me over and swat the tale of the canine.

I think, I will have a canine BFF!